The volume of this sentence was not high, because Ling'er was now extremely weak and was about to faint. But as soon as the words came out, the surroundings fell silent all of a sudden, and all the people stopped their movements, and at the same time turned their eyes to Yuan Daoqiao.

Especially Chen Yong, he unconsciously let go of the spool in his hand, and the butterfly kite was unrestrained, so he took advantage of the wind to float higher and higher, and after a while, it turned into a small black dot, hidden in the blue sky.

Yuan Daoqiao didn't move, his fat body seemed to be pointed, and his hair was blown back by the wind, revealing the fierce lines on his face.

Suddenly, he cracked his mouth and smiled, his little mouse-like watery eyes narrowed into two slits.

"This girl is crazy, since Wei'er left, she has been delirious and talks nonsense every day. No, she ran out early in the morning, so that the old man could find it easily. ”

As he spoke, he went to pull Ling'er's arm again, Ling'er was almost collapsed, her hand swung a few times, and finally she was powerless to struggle anymore, so she just let Yuan Daoqiao grab her arm and drag her up from the ground like a rabbit.

"You killed ......" Although Ling'er couldn't move, her eyes were locked tightly on Yuan Daoqiao's face, and she repeated the words that shocked everyone.

"Stop talking, you're crazy." Yuan Daoqiao's voice was cold, and the strength in his hands had strengthened a lot, and his nails sank deep into Ling'er's flesh.

"You killed Miss, you let the Wood Harrier kill your own flesh and blood......"

After speaking, the corners of Ling'er's mouth slowly pursed a smile, because she heard whispers in the crowd, most of them had surprise written on their faces, and some even looked at Yuan Daoqiao with disgust. Especially Chen Yong, his eyes were full of anger, and he walked towards him step by step.

"You killed Miss, it was you, it was you who killed Miss. The wooden harrier in the tomb is your tool for killing, and it is your tool for transporting the ointment of longevity, all of which I have seen with my own eyes, so you still want to kill me now. Ling'er suddenly gained strength, and she roared at the face that was close at hand, and tears suddenly burst out of her eyes and fell down her cheeks.

"I'll tell you to stop talking."

A roar like an angry beast sounded in her ears, and then, her body fell backwards, and she was pushed hard by Yuan Daoqiao and fell heavily to the ground.

Chen Yong had now walked to Ling'er's side, he helped Ling'er up, his eyes swept over her pale face, and then turned to Yuan Daoqiao's body. Yuan Daoqiao's hair had all spread out, covering half of his face, and the remaining half of his face had muscles twitching, and the corners of his eyes were strangely tilted downward, as if he had fallen into a myth.

"You killed Yuan Wei?"

When these words were spoken, Chen Yong's voice trembled a little. From behind, his legs were shaking, as if he had some strange disease.

Yuan Daoqiao slowly turned his face towards him, his eyes seemed to be looking at Chen Yong, but he didn't seem to look. Because there was nothing in those cloudy eyes, like a membrane covering him, separating him from everything outside the world, neither sorrow nor joy reflected any brilliance in his eyes.

"It's me, I killed Yuan Wei, I killed my own daughter."

With a shrug of his shoulders a few times, Yuan Daoqiao said something that shocked everyone. At the same time, the invisible membrane that had been covering him seemed to "click" open, he turned his head to look at Chen Yong, at the crowd around him, at Zhao Zimai and Baotian who had already walked towards him, and at a few officials who were running briskly from the city gate, suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled faintly.

"I killed her, not only did I kill him, I also killed Chang Li, and many others, many people who stood in my way," he raised his eyebrows, the lines on his forehead bulged one by one, and the corners of his mouth grinned, "But so what? What can you do to me? ”

"I'm afraid that there are countless people who have been killed indirectly by you," Zhao Zimai had already come to the front of the crowd, he looked at Yuan Daoqiao, his heart was burning with anger, but he still suppressed his voice, and said word by word, "The Fushou paste in the entire North China region is from you, in order to make huge profits, you have done such an evil thing that has lost your conscience, Yuan Daoqiao, you really don't have the slightest remorse in your heart?" ”

"Lord Zhao," Yuan Daoqiao raised his voice to interrupt him, "Is it really so clear in your heart between good and evil?" ”

He pointed at the crowd and laughed wildly, "Are these people all good people?" The reason why they did not sin was not because they were good-natured, but because they did not come across an opportunity to make huge profits, as I did. Lord Zhao, each of us is hovering on the boundary between good and evil, and if we are not careful, we will cross the line, and once we cross it, it will be very difficult to turn back. So, I'm not as despicable as you say, and you're never as kind as you think. ”

"Nonsense." Before he finished speaking, Baotian's spittle had already sprayed up, but Zhao Zimai, who was standing beside him, did not make any arguments, only stared at Yuan Daoqiao, his eyes were like a pool of deep water, which was unpredictable.

The eyes of the well water resurfaced in his mind again, staring into the abyss of his heart.

"It turns out that Lord Zhao also feels the same way,......" Yuan Daoqiaomin felt the change in Zhao Zimai's mood, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Less set almost." Zhao Zimai suppressed the sudden throbbing in his heart, said these words coldly, glanced at Baotian, and shouted at the few officials who had already run over behind him, "Arrest people." ”

The officials, including Baotian, rushed towards Yuan Daoqiao at the same time, and they were bound to win, because Yuan Daoqiao was not their opponent in terms of numbers or physique. But just as he was about to touch Yuan Daoqiao's sleeve, he suddenly raised his hand and threw a handful of gold dust into the eyes of the officials who rushed up.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zimai was shocked, and was just about to move forward, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing in front of him, knocking all the officials who were covering their eyes and howling to the ground. In the yellow sand, he saw a huge black shadow slowly falling from the sky, it blocked in front of Yuan Daoqiao, looking at himself with the only remaining eye, the clear yellow eyes were like the full moon in the sky, but there was a wisp of indescribable sadness in his eyes.

But it's just a wooden harrier, and even its eyes are drawn out with a pen, so how can it be sad?

Zhao Zimai seemed to be sucked in by this eye, and for a while he forgot that he was in danger, and only stared at the eyes of the wooden harrier in a daze. It wasn't until a red thread erupted from the harrier's pupils and pressed to the center of his brow like a writhing tongue that he suddenly woke up and staggered backwards, touching the fire hammer hanging from his waist.

But before the fire bolt was taken out, his body was attached to a person, cold and hard, like a piece of ice buried in the ground for ten thousand years. Before he could turn back, his arm was once again grabbed by the hand like an eagle's claw, and he was thrown out, falling face down at Ling'er's feet.